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5/1/2019

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By now you all went to see End Game right?  Good. Cause I'm not even talking about it here. I just needed to get your attention....like I was going to say something that might cater to the non misogynistic masses.
Na. I came just to talk about creativity...process....or whatever it is for some people...myself included.  Maybe it's just being a bit ego driven like a mac truck full of meth smoking gremlins...I couldn't in good conscious say.

So have you ever noticed how so many people collab, produce with others co write, co create etc.?  Well. I normally don't.  Matter of fact outside my podcast that ran previous, I never had another hand on this site, or any of my works.  Why?  I guess I'm a dick.  I know people who do music....no hands on it but theirs, I have seen other writers....same thing.  Guess we are all just so stuck on ourselves we cant hand over the reigns eh?

Maybe.  

But......big but here...like the ones I so like to see in sundresses....I think a lot of it is influences just like anything else.  Influence and freedoms I take that back.  I was a comic kid....I saw my favorite guys....well did that shit themselves.  They got their voice and their way.  No need to toss a firebomb in any windows when the only house on the block is yours was the message I got from it. 

It's like being in a band and this guy wants A in a song while the other's agree on B but you really want E.  Now of course you could go out and agree with B guy...but your still on E.   So fuck his B, do it yourself!  That's not so much me...I just found that I spend a lot of creative time alone...so I can take input of course, but It's gotta be me.  Until you sign my check...in the end its...surprise all me.

Maybe its the idea of winning alone....or the fear of failure doesn't register when you don't have an alibi for shitty work.  Maybe it's just as I said above....your a fucking dick.  I was pondering this the other day...like why did I do all my art alone...all my writing alone.......then I was like...well I guess I just never had enough go to for a team up.  Maybe I just think I am the only person who can do me....no wait...no.  I don't care about that shit.

I guess what I'm saying is my big influences influenced me to be a creative dick.  Like John Holmes sized and not lubed up, and I wouldn't have this shit any other way......well unless you can make me rich....then...well Ill grab a bottle of lube.
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